Since the demise of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the world is divided into two dynasties, the north and the south, the war between the two dynasties is endless, and their inner courts are also turbulent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cruelty of the war has intensified the people's dependence on spiritual sustenance, and compared with the turmoil of the government and the opposition, the world's Taoism and Buddhism have become more and more prosperous.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, a monk stands facing the wind in the south, the monk is dressed in a white monk's robe, with long eyebrows hanging down his shoulders, and his face with his eyes closed is faintly kind; the Taoist is dressed in green clothes, and only the eight trigrams are painted in white on the neckline and sleeves.

When the atmosphere between the two became more and more silent, a colorful glow suddenly appeared at the end of the south, and its light was like a pillar, very dazzling. Then, invisible to the naked eye, Dao rays of light went from all directions to the end.

The Taoists and monks on the top of the mountain did not move, but just looked at the direction of the glow and frowned slightly.

"The world is going to be chaotic this day, monk. As he spoke, a gust of wind blew from the top of the mountain, which was covered with snow all year round, and the wide sleeves of the Taoist's robe were blown by the wind and hit the monk's immovable monk's robe.

"Amitabha, the cycle of cause and effect in the world, and the great chaos and great rule have their own providence. The monk clasped his hands together and spoke in a calm tone.

"Haha, monk, you actually said the will of heaven at a time!" the Taoist laughed loudly when he heard this.

"Daojun is persistent. The monk didn't mind the ridicule of the Taoist, shaking his head slightly, his voice still warm.

"Hmph, fake mercy! You and I have been fighting for so many years, and every time you put on this face, you have a back hand. However, when did you get a bargain?" the Taoist still looked mocking, and his tone was even meaner.

The monk didn't defend anything, just folded his hands, silently recited the Buddha's name, and danced in the wind with his long white eyebrows. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two was almost stagnant.

"Daojun doesn't seem to be very curious about this light. After a while, it was finally the kind monk who opened his mouth first.

"Heh, monk, you are becoming more and more insidious. Don't you know what's going on with that light? This scramble, but a group of people with rat eyes, how can it be a heavy treasure with such a heavy reincarnation qi in that glow? I'm afraid it's not a milk doll with cause and effect and extraordinary talent. This group of people, maybe they won't come back or not, haha!" After the Taoist finished speaking, he seemed to think of some interesting scene, and he actually laughed.

As if accustomed to the repeated temper of the Taoist, the monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name again. The lowered eyebrows and eyes are becoming more and more difficult to see.

After a while, the Taoist finally stopped laughing and said suspiciously: "Monk, you attach so much importance to this light, do you also have the idea of this light?"

The monk's eyebrows became more and more blurred in the wind and snow, and instead of answering, he asked, "Dao Jun is interested in talking to the old man?"

As soon as his voice fell, the snow behind the two of them suddenly piled up, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it condensed into a half-human-high snow table, with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on each side, staggered into three hundred and sixty-one points.

The Taoist raised his eyebrows, his gaze wandered between the colorful glow and the monk for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up sarcastically again: "Okay, let's take a look, this milk doll with cause and effect can make my Dao Sect last forever, or your Buddha Sect will last forever." ”

After that, he turned around and sat down on the north side, his hand condensed, it was a little thicker than boundless darkness, raised his hand, landed, and his movements were chic and casual.

In contrast, the monk sitting on the south side was much more regular, and his fingertips were also a little bit, and the snowflakes drifted one after another, turning into a jade-colored snow at the point he pointed.

The fighting methods of the two are silent, but they are cruel and abnormal, just like the Canglan realm they are playing, the south monk and the north road, and the distinction is clear.

Above the court, just like a chess game, you fight for me, the battle is endless, and the war is burning.

At the same time, the trajectory of the fate of some people has also quietly deviated from the original track with the opening of the chess game between the two, and the competition between the court.